"This barbarian shack. Isn't it going too well these days?"
- Chae Yeon!
I bumped into Copson and a beer glass. The bubbles flowed through the glass. Copson laughed with a frenzied face, sucking beer in his mouth. I made a fuss. At this moment, all the gaze of the bar was focused this way.
"Khh, don't say it out loud! Idiot!"
"Uh-huh, how's it going? Isn't it the same?"
For Copson, who was already intoxicated, normal common sense prevailed. I bowed my head in shame. Sometimes someone recognizes me. Maybe I'm still beating my back right now.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"This fucking balm... and not the 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 엙 \5064"
"엙?"
"Geum."
I also drank beer. Let's put some cold carbonate on your neck. It feels like you can't fry it. Fantasies are fantasies. Modern beer tasted nothing compared to it. Stress went down the throat.
We should not imagine the miserable beer of medieval Europe.
This was a real evacuation worth the money.
"Khh! Thanks anyway. This is me getting all the liquor from Bavaria."
"Because you have your stake. That's what you introduced in the first place."
"So is that."
I sought Claudie's understanding in order to buy me a drink, even if I met Copson by chance. She is currently returning home alone. I had a day at the Arena today, and I decided to drink it because I didn't have much to do tomorrow anyway.
"By the way, I'm sorry we haven't been able to work together lately. Do you abandon your old friendship to become a D class? Abandoning friendship is a barbaric law. Civilizations never abandon friends."
"If you want to work with me, just get promoted."
"Well, it was time to get promoted. I think it will be soon."
When I look at his horrendous sphere, I think it's a little too much to be promoted to D for a short period of time. After all, rank is also combat power, so you can't ignore it.
Once a human can climb into a common effort, the highest rank is Class D.
In fact, it is an area of 'superhuman' that can deal with manas from class C.
He's a rookie, but he's not a very good adventurer. Manara is everywhere.
However, if there are people who live in this world, or if there are people who want to live a stable life, there are people who want to do things every time they feel free as freelancers. Adventurers with roughly Class C or higher business cards are like that. Psychopaths of free tendency.
Maybe Winia would, too.
I don't know anything about her past, but there must be a reason why a Wizard who is about to become a Winian is doing the same thing as an adventurer.
"What nonsense. Don't you have to go back to Krassheim to promote Nine?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"No, the city is different, but I know what you've been doing here in the guild. At the time you came to Istanbul, your career was initialized, initialized."
Copson's career is largely on the Krassheim side.
If you change the city, you will only have the rank, but the Magazine career will be reset. It's not the world of the Internet, nor is it up-to-date by sharing the personal information of the class E guild members.
"Uh-huh? Wait a minute, Barbarian. Then why did you get promoted?"
You didn't think it was that simple?
"Remember when you caught the ogre? I heard you almost got promoted for it."
The ogre was huge. In other words, the experience needed to go from class E to class D. Class E wasn't something you could do. Well, this was Claudie's help.
In fact, when I was in Krashheim, I was chewing on Hado's quest and going through a demotion crisis.
Every team member I met was handicapped.
Anyway, it's a career in Krassheim, and it doesn't matter at all in Istanbul. It is this world where the past is half-washed, even if you change cities. There are a lot of sloppy adventurer guilds.
In many ways, it is.
It is true that everything is loose compared to modern times.
- Chuckle.
Copson sipped the beer again. I summoned an employee to order two beers and a simple meat sandwich. I wish I'd been less shaken up with a beer in the old days, but now I'm just being open-minded.
This is the growth strategy.
"I see. But it doesn't matter. I already have enough skills. It's not the grade that matters, it's the real skill."
"Damn right."
You're right.
It'll take a few years, maybe.
It is common practice to be an E and to have two to three years of experience to be promoted to D. It's a bit unusual, considering what Copson's done since he came to Istanbul.
"But when you're D-grade, I'm C-grade."
"C class barbarian chock? This can't be happening. It's just good to be satisfied with a given environment. Isn't that right? If you're greedy, you can lose."
In fact, I don't know if I can get promoted to class C.
As I said, in order to become Class C, mana was an indispensable element of superrealistic energy retention. Honestly, I don't know much about Mana, and I don't have anyone else to tell me.
In other words, if there is a large innate element, I asked Claudie once, and she naturally woke me up.
Then you can acquire...
Let's ask our guild leader.
She's a Mana user, too.
I don't think Mana was good enough to learn with a few silver coins, but it would be nice to get a clue. If you do this, you may die for the rest of your life in this world, but you'd better know about Mana.
"Barbarian. Can I have another drink?"
"You cheeky bird."
Copson, who emptied his beer in an instant, winked and said,
"Make it quick!"
"That's good!"
Pour it, drink it.
Anyway, he puffed up and went back to Claudie.
* * *
It is already the tenth time that the stamp of work has been placed on the Arena. It takes about two months. It is a long and short time in its own way. During that time I became an expert because I was unfamiliar. He became a gladiator Kim Kot, who won Gladiator as a subclass.
Today, I was still on my way out of work with a big cheer.
"Cat."
Durban speaks with a serious face.
"Hmm? Do you have something to say?"
"I have a good proposition for you, Cat..."
"Tell me."
Durban's explanation was followed.
What he said was nothing. I'm just tired of opening now. Wouldn't you like to get a bigger reputation? Of course, you can make more money. So I'll give you a chance, Doe.
Briefly explained, the opening story was that why not quit and leave the main game?
Seeing as I was very persuaded, I thought I might be ordered by the President of the Arena.
Is there a proposal like this?
Honey is a law that can never be sucked until it is finite.
"No, I'll say no."
"If you do that, the benefits... Huh? What?"
"I will never do anything other than open it."
I decided to reject the proposal.
I wanted to do it twice a month. I don't think I can do this anymore when I see an offer like this coming. It was fun in its own way, but we should hang up when we can.
"You know, you say no? Cat, this is an opportunity. Did you just not hear the explanation? What a chance! You can be a star! Then it's only a matter of time before you wipe out the money!"
"I never play a game, not an opening."
I told him to chop off the ten sides of the vomit.
The Arena is no joke.
It's a little funny what I've said so far with a joke, but the Arena is never a playground for kids. It is not enough to come with a light heart.
The crazy looks in my madness are all smoky.
It's not really me.
The public will think of me that way, but my essence was just a weak citizen, who was always nice and sincere and had a good head and a good personality, and had great hopes and was even very nice.
For me, the 'true Arena', where blood and flesh are such a nuisance, was an absolute flock.
The main game is too 'dangerous'. Now I can play in the opening against low-level monsters that are just cocksuckers, but when I enter the main game, I really have to 'risk my life'.
Bones and flesh splatter out. True warriors risk their lives and only kill their opponents for money and honor.
There is no morality, no ethics.
He just kills and then he kills again.
You can't live with money, but it was possible to take your life.
That is the specification.
I have no intention of fighting gladiators with bigots for murder or powerful monsters tied underground.
Of course, it's not just a fight that kills, but also a game that doesn't harm each other's lives, but it's not hard to expect it to turn into a killing fight soon.
Seeing Durban speak, he seems to believe that I am a barbarian who is as strong as he is, but it is the influence of the media, unlike the truth. The images of my madness are nothing but decorations. In fact, if I go into a national paramedic, it's literally just a lawsuit.
Hearing my doctor say no, he said again.
"I can't do that... Cat. But you already have a contract. I have to do this. No, I have to. This is a contract! Most importantly, it's a chance to fly! Cat, you can be a star!"
Durban, who was talking, suddenly broke the contract.
Ha, that's not funny. It's as reckless as wrinkling in front of a bungee as it is with a contract with me living in a modern world where all kinds of texts are fine.
How dare you defraud Kim Kat on a medieval fantasy world subject from Helchosun?
"Distant bullshit? The contract clearly says" opening. "Durban, aren't you mistaken for playing Barbarian Warrior? If you take the writing test, you're more confident than you are. Don't try to trick me into a contract."
"..."
The contract was read very thoroughly to prepare for fraud.
There was not a single provision there that would put my body at risk.
All I do is open the door to slaughter Jerep monsters safely everywhere.
Speaking of which, the murders began to soar.
But I'm a man who knows how to resect.
Even though he tried to cheat on me, he is a friend of a friend and my friend.
"At least he's a friend, so I took a look at him. Then you'll die again, you son of a bitch."
Durban shrugs.
He opened his mouth again while he was well.
"... katt. This is an opportunity, huh? A chance to go on a bigger stage!"
What, you decided to get an incentive for this motherfucker?
"You'll have a chance to search. Barbarian warriors only fight to win. That's how our Mirkesha works. I don't even fight like I'm gonna lose."
I am a man who will never lose a fight. Friends of the Arena are more level than I am when they all go crazy. You want me to fight with all my equipment, and you want me to fight with the equipment I gave you at the Arena?
Ask Majohist Gimcott about it.
There is no such person in the world.
"The deal is over. No more contract extensions. That's all the barbarian Kim Katt does. My mom told me to come back home to eat."
"Gigi, wait!"
Ignoring Durban's cry, I came out of the Arena.
The game is just one last time.
We should do it big before retirement.
Well, it's been fun all along. I didn't have a chance to relieve the stress like that. But it is irreversible that such an offer has already come to me.
I can't keep sticking to the subject of rejecting the proposal here.
The next game is the last.